There are times when you have to wonder what, exactly, gave rise to the creative genius behind certain works of art. Take this, for example.

I came not to send peace, but a sword. –Matthew 10:34

I mean…it’s not as though you go out and hunt moles for sport. So the proud owner of this li’l beauty was opportunistic in his or her mole-gathering (though I suppose the same can be said for something like squirrel taxidermy).

And they have even managed to evoke a look of agony on the face of the losing mole as a hole is poked in his too, too mortal flesh.

Lieutenant, is that your sword, or are you just glad to see me? –Mae West

And now we come to it: seriously, WTF? How do you stand there with two mole carcasses and say, “Call me crazy, but I have a plan…”? Whoever you are, taxidermy visionary and genius, we salute you for your contribution to the beautiful WTFery of this world. Carry on! Huzzah!

There I was, one day, minding my own business when Dianna posted to my Facebook feed. “Oh, Terri,” she said, “I have something for you!” As I beheld the picture she posted, and rubbed mine eyes in disbelief I thought…this is too good to not share with the rest of the world. We need a place where all the tragic art, all the misguided food, all the creepster photography, all the freak-show taxidermy, and all the various and sundry inexplicables can be celebrated for the hilarious, head-shaking nightmare fuel they are. And so I give unto you…